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" He [Hamlet] sees ghosts and listens to dreams. And when his ghost father tells him that he (Hamlet Senior) was killed by his brother and asks Hamlet Junior to avenge his death, in the right, honorable way, Hamlet says yes, yes, yes, he'll do it.
But somehow he never gets round to it. Not like the other two young men in the play. The Norwegian Prince Fortinbras(...) has made his life [!!] pursuing the honor that his father lost when Hamlet Senior beat him in single combat. (...). When the lord chamberlain,Polonius, is killed, his son, Laertes, returns to the court immediately, demanding restitution, (...).
So there is no shortage of examples of how young men are expected to and do act in this world where honor demands an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a life for a life. But Hamlet doesn't do it. Instead, he beats up on his girlfriend and he's cruel to his mother. "
― , Women of Will: Following the Feminine in Shakespeare's Plays
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" Trapnel wanted, among other things, to be a writer, a dandy, a lover, a comrade, an eccentric, a sage, a virtuoso, a good chap, a man of honour, a hard case, a spendthrift, an opportunist, a raisonneur; to be very rich, to be very poor, to possess a thousand mistresses, to win the heart of one love to whom he was ever faithful, to be on the best of terms with all men, to avenge savagely the lightest affront, to live to a hundred full of years and honour, to die young and unknown but recognized the following day as the most neglected genius of the age. Each of these ambitions had something to recommend it from one angle or another, with the possible exception of being poor - the only aim Trapnel achieved with unqualified mastery - and even being poor, as Trapnel himself asserted, gave the right to speak categorically when poverty was discussed by people like Evadne Clapham. "
― Anthony Powell , Books Do Furnish a Room (A Dance to the Music of Time, #10)
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" Damn you to Lolth's web!" he said. " Don't you dare pretend if doesn't matter to you!" " Why do you care?" Drizzt growled back at him. " No one who has ever made a difference?" " Do you believe that?" " What do you want from me, son of Baenre?" " Just the truth-your truth. You believe that you have never made a difference?" " Perhaps there is no difference to be made," Drizzt replied. " Do not ever say that," Jarlaxle said to him. " Why do you care?" Drizzzt asked. " Because you were the one who escaped," Jarlaxle replied. " Don't you understand? Jarlaxle went on. " I watched you-we all watched you. Whenever a matron mother, or almost any female of Menzoberranzan was about, we spoke your name with vitriol, promising to avenge Lolth and kill you." " But whenever they were not around, the name of Drizzt Do'Urden was spoken with jealousy, often reverence. You do not understand, do you? You don't even recognize the difference you've made to so many of us in Menzoberranzan." " How? Why?" " Because you were the one who escaped!" " You are here with me!" Drizzt argued. " Are you bound to the City of Spiders by anything more than your own designs? By Bregan D'Aerthe?" " I'm not talking about the city, you obstinate fool," Jarlaxle replied, his voice lowering. Again Drizzt looked at him, at a loss. " The heritage," Jarlaxle explained. " The fate. "